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Same

Isn't it funny how the same causes us not to turn our heads any more?  How the same sneaks in and is never noticed?  No longer acknowledged..no longer reverenced...it ceases to be cherished. It retreats to the shadows in our mind and we look for something else.
I think the phrase is something like, "It's just more of the same."

But sometimes the same is glorious and we didn't know it.  I didn't see it for what it really was until the same was done and it changed.  Like so many leaves drifting to the ground in this early pre Autumn weather before summer breathes her last.

How much of the joy tucked in the crevices of my life have I missed because I was waiting for the same to change into something I was wishing for, waiting for, wanting to be better than what I thought this "same" was...

We creak open the battered door of our old house that we still own.  Walk through the door and peer into the empty small rooms.  It smells the same.  All the corners empty, yet filled with memories.
I hear Meredith, oldest girl whisper, "I miss this home.  It still feels like home."

I smile at the old weathered  hard woods glinting in afternoon sunshine and nod my head as the girls rush out the back door to play in their old yard, "I miss it too."
I didn't think I'd say that back when it was just all the same, just part of the every day...
But I do....

All these same moments, take for granted moments, moments just slipping through our fingers...
I never, we never see them for the beauty they are until the same changes and is gone...

Sometimes the same I see every day, right in front of me...
the same I wish to change is really the part of my life that is most meaningful, most sacred, and most taken for granted...the part that one day i'll most want to revisit .



Comments

  1. I've missed you this summer! I was just thinking about your the other day--I'm glad I've found you tonight :). Isn't it crazy how sometimes we're nostalgic for the same (when maybe it wasn't even the best?!).

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    1. Thank you so much. I've missed writing. Kinda lost the motivation this year. Glad to be back. And you are right..sometimes things seem better than they were just because they were a part of the past...

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  2. This is a really wonderful exposition. You've got a gift.

    Here from FMF - I am, ironically...#1 this week.

    http://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2015/09/your-dying-spouse-55-still-same-and-not.html

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  3. And hey - how do I subscribe? I don't see a link. I would like to follow - you're GOOD.

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    1. Andrew, thank you for your kind words. I think you can follow just be hitting the Google follow button

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  4. Summer, what a beautiful post. Profound in its simplicity. And you're so right. We don't realize the gifts in the SAME until it's gone. As I read your words, I thought about how, just today, I wondered if we'd ever be able to move from our house into something "better." Shame on me for not cherishing what I have right now. I'm prone to wander in my thoughts, yes I am. Thank you for the reminder to enjoy the sameness in our moments, because when they're gone . . . they're gone.

    I'm your FMF neighbor this week. :)

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  5. Summer, great post. You have a beautiful way with words. So much THIS:"But sometimes the same is glorious and we didn't know it. I didn't see it for what it really was until the same was done and it changed." Oh so true! Visiting from FMF where I'm parked in the #9 spot.

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    1. I was just going to copy and paste what Tara said! So good!

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  6. First, nice to "meet" you!

    Second, this is really lovely. I like how you show us that the same can be different when viewed from contrasting angles. We can appreciate the same while longing for the new, and then appreciate the new while longing for the same. Good stuff, friend!

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